The greater silence is deafening, loud and vast enough that the soft sounds of the last person left in this little house seems all the more faint in comparison.
Giles can't remember how he got here. He can't remember what happened. The fog in his head feels a little like what might have happened after being returned from a kidnapping, and it certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd been dropped somewhere inconvenient and strange, but this is...different. Wrong.
The sound of a small child's voice shouldn't be a comfort, but it is, and Giles hesitantly calls her name:
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Date: 2016-03-27 03:41 am (UTC)Giles can't remember how he got here. He can't remember what happened. The fog in his head feels a little like what might have happened after being returned from a kidnapping, and it certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd been dropped somewhere inconvenient and strange, but this is...different. Wrong.
The sound of a small child's voice shouldn't be a comfort, but it is, and Giles hesitantly calls her name:
"...Sophie?"